I’ve got a little list,
So nothing will be missed!
It helps me be in control,
It’s good for my soul.

My lists keep getting longer,
Will it make me stronger?
It’s all that I can do,
to stop me becoming blue.

I write them everywhere,
I really do not care;
paper, blackboard, ipad,
though the last is just a fad.

A list gives me order,
It’s like being a horder.
When I cross something off it,
My moral really profits.

It forces me into action,
By giving me some traction.
So nothing will be missed,
I’ve got a little list!

My first thought when I saw the title “The Poetry of List-Making” in this week’s discover challenges were the lyrics from the song “As some Day it May Happen” from Gilbert and Sullivan – The Mikado. The chorus being:
“He’s got ’em on the list — he’s got ’em on the list;
And they’ll none of ’em be missed — they’ll none of ’em be missed.”

The photo is of a painting I made for my mother. She loves butterflies, I love their freedom, yet the structure and order of the picture reminds me of my lists.